5 lines....

the sun
evaporated fish tank
few breaths
algae bloom
the end

.....

The grand illusion sets in
that you are a you
and that I am an I
but then what is left
other then a whole?

statics...

Look within
the noise
the constant stream
penetrate by watching
silently
intensely
as the cacophony melts away
it will resist with monsters like you've never seen
and then
and then, after the beasts lay dead
you can breath that last breath 
you don't need anymore 

wanderlust

"way to go", was the last thing I heard from her.

it was over, like the proverbial blink of the eye.  no closure, nothing.  the pain, it was excruciating for a bit, but you know what, it was bound to happen anyway.  and I've always wanted to travel.

i was a Sagittarius and she was some other shit.  i forget which it was, maybe the crab or the bull, or whatever, but i know now, that we weren't compatible.

how come i didn't know that at first, like right of the bat. what a shame, a real life shame?  
she was real pretty though.  that part hurts the most, because, well, her personality wasn't as pretty.

making plans

whenever in doubt
times it by 2
whenever you're sure
times it by 3
because time is not yours to keep
after all, it doesn't really exist
anymore then 
that diploma you're holding onto

horseface

the image of that pure black horse lingered for days

and Tanya couldn't do a damn thing about it

except, ponder that animals perfection

and the gaping whole between IT and her life

dot dot dot

three days, out of a routine
and it seems like it will never work again
that blank screen
agonizing
blinking
white
a story-less story
a myth
a trope
loveless as a Bloody Valentine

technology.

the woman worked at a bar in little tokyo

and she loved her phone so much

and one day, on a cold and rare rainy night in Los Angeles, she made love through her phone 

but the very next day, the phone broke

and it broke her heart

"love is fleeting" , she concluded

but I think she's a bit immature